[Dualscar stays on the sand, staring up at the sky, for a few moments longer before he gets up and starts walking after the Psiioniic. He notices the way the other troll is all hunched in on himself, and realizes that he must be cold. Dualscar himself doesn't really notice it--the fat padding over his muscles isn't just decorative--and he takes a few longer, hurried steps until he's up next to him.]
[Pulling a heavy, dry cape out of his sylladex, he wordlessly drapes it over the Psiioniic's shoulders.]
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[Pulling a heavy, dry cape out of his sylladex, he wordlessly drapes it over the Psiioniic's shoulders.]